How to Live as the Enemy Prince

It was spring.

A sky like a bird's feather scattered far away. The air seemed like blue sugar confectionery was made when it was gently squeezed together. It was the spring when I thought that even though I was tickling the tip of my sleeve, it would bloom. It was spring when I was excited and overwhelmed.

Outside the greenhouse, it was that spring day.

It was only spring day outside the greenhouse.

It was a day when there was no spring anywhere in the greenhouse. The world in the greenhouse was just harsh enough to make sure that all the springs that were staying were taken out of the greenhouse. It wasn't the only spring there. It was full of a deep flower aroma, but not forever.

- Again, again.

The sound of shoes that are not light. Thus, the sound of shoes that are neither heavy nor dull. The sound of shoes that are never slow, but never impetuous. The sound that makes people shrink by just walking, shrugging their shoulders and bowing their heads, walks in the unfamiliar spring.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, Plants."

The thin grass bends in the calm wind, the small bird singing with its wings retracted, and the raindrops on the petals flowed. I couldn't think of a nicer smile if I imagined all the beautiful and round things.

Like I'm never happy again.

Or even worse, unhappy.

"But, Plants. My baby."

A long, thin finger tip made of pearl dust touched the head of a child who resembled him. I stroked it as if it were passing by.

This act of giving affection to young lives is a little different. Like a genuine admiration for a beautiful piece born in the hands of a perfect person.

"That's not the right answer."

The child who grabbed his neck with that hand killed his breath instead of answering.

The hand grip softly bends at your waist. I took my lips to her ear. The beautiful sound that burst out like a whisper flooded the greenhouse.

"Again, would you like to think about it?"

"· · · · · · · I don't know."

"That's not the answer either."

"Mother · · · · · · ·."

Soft hands and a kind voice.

Someone who looks at something precious.

"That, too. Wrong."

Frozen eyes.

"Think again."

I'm going back.

I think you've come to the wrong place. I'll go back now.

Someone who was standing five steps away said that. He hid his fist in the corner of the dress. But I didn't listen. I didn't even look at him. I lowered my lower back and looked him in the eye, and only looked at him and opened my mouth again.

"You only bow your head when you look down at the backs of those who have fallen before you. So nothing in the world is going to look down on you. No one in the world is going to make you look down at the ground."

Until you give me the world you made me. Plants.

The last word is small and small.

The child who heard that little word alone raised his head. I looked up at the green eyes of the same light as me.

"I'll take good care of my child."

And I gave him an answer to come up with.

"Do you believe he knows the ways of the kingdom?"

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"Then you don't need a hand to teach you manners."

Maybe that's the right answer.

Or it was the wrong answer.

The man who didn't tell you nods with a satisfied face.

"Yes. Let the boy speak for himself, as you said. Whatever you want, Plants. Let's wait a few times for him to greet you flawlessly."

An aromatic horse followed.

"Come, my child. You have to tell him to do that. It's your call."

It was that spring.

I had not forgotten that it was a harsh spring day.

Both children who survived that spring.

* * *

Kalian turns his head.

Whenever I saw her, I smiled, expressing my face as if I had almost mistaken you for a secret relationship.

Plants just stood there without another word. You don't stand in the way of Kalian. I didn't even look at all Rashid, who just said hello. Most of all, I didn't even notice that I shouldn't bark or bite today at my brother who looks like he dropped his black tail vertically.

"Don't do anything. Stay back. I won't forget where I am."

Just before the Silent Reaper.

Because Callian said,

"My greetings to Prince Plants and Prince Kalian. It is truly an honor to meet you."

As Calian clears the Silent Barracks, you hear a greeting no different than the one handed over to the rooftop on Narancha Street. One step forward in front of my Plants, Kalian blinks once at Rashid. Like trying to remember if it was the first time I saw him or not.

"Yes. Nice to meet you."

The user gladly looks at the opponent for the first time and receives a flawless example of Rashid.

Rashid glances at Calian as if looking at the Plants erected behind him. After reviewing Calian's red shirt, there is no doubt that the prince's blue conquest was the original mate, a red cloak that would not fit at all.

"If I had come a little earlier, I would have seen a more beautiful face, which is a bit of a shame."

Kalian nods, a small laugh.

"You could have seen something interesting. That's too bad, Baron."

"Oh no, you're right."

"That's right. Wouldn't it have been nice to have another audience?" I've been thinking about that for a while. "

"I'll work a little harder next time, Prince. because I didn't seem to have heard you two having a good conversation, and I'm sorry about that."

Just now, having a conversation refers to something that was seen but not heard.

It was not a message that told me that I saw the faces of the two conversations. It's no big deal that you know that Callian opened the Silent Road. You come close enough to see it, but remind me of something that Kalian didn't notice. It was a warning.

"Have you been paying enough attention to us to feel sorry for missing a private conversation?"

"Of course you do. Who on earth dares not pay attention to you? So am I."

"That's too much to say. He says he cares so much."

"I'd appreciate it if you'd be willing to consider it."

A horse with honey and poison came and went.

Whether or not they forgot to stand behind peas who are learning well, keeping their ears to themselves with their audacious conversations.

Kalian looks back at Rashid, looking at the fairly recent aristocrats coming out of Senho Cove.

"That's a relief, though."

"What do you consider lucky?"

"He saw us talking here, at least. The Baron regrets it, but I can ease my grief."

The fact that I didn't hesitate to make my clothes lighter in front of other people is less unfortunate that I saw the peaceful Calians who grabbed the peas and tied them back together, but made up again like they were comforting.

And, apparently, with a power that will never be dull, it's a little easier to deal with Rashid.

Rashid, who understands them all, replies with a calm face.

"I don't regret the thought of the prince."

"Do it, Baron."

Kalian smiles.

I can feel the spring energy rising.

The nobles are a little closer. There is only one way out of the señor coffin, so you have no choice but to stop or go back. I couldn't hear the commute, but Rashid said good-bye to the approaching nobles enough to recognize Calian and his face.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Callian nods, smiling brightly at your permission.

"Actually, I was on my way to find a royal palace for something else. By the way, will you hear the news that tickles my ears?"

"The news that His Majesty is in Shrintz."

"Yes, Prince. That's what I heard in my little ear."

"I see."

"· · · · · · · · only."

Like ignoring Khalian's answer, or cutting it off. Lasid followed my words.

"I was more curious than that, so I rushed to this step."

Kalian is missing.

The three sons each treat their father like a mule, like a cow, without a cow. The baron who has never met the king may call the king 'that'. That's what it is.

Your Majesty is mistaken.

Not me, not him. Your Majesty.

"What do you want from me?"

"That can't be right. Of course, I wouldn't want to question Prince Kalian. For someone who hides in the shadow of the prince. I don't know yet."

Dark green eyes move back to Calian's back.

- Tsk.

There was a small sound of peas striking my toes against the ground.

I feel like I'm being pulled by a collar that doesn't exist. Calian smiles instead of the blade. He gives you a relaxed tone.

"I don't know if there is such a person · · · · · · · · ·."

"Yes, Prince. There is such a person."

The red eyes that followed me blatantly glowed as if they caught the green gaze behind my back.

"There's someone in my fence who keeps Goi safe. I had to hide it. I don't think so."

"You didn't hide it?"

"There's a reason to hide and hide. It's an unsettling place with no beasts so nasty as to be."

"I didn't know the prince would take this place so lightly."

Callian looks like he heard something interesting.

"If there's anything I want to ask the one in my fence who wants to keep the Goi safe, I can understand it that way."

"Yes, my prince. I don't mind if you think so."

"I'll listen. What's your question?" If you have a question I can answer, answer it. "

Rashid nods as if he doesn't care.

"No matter how much you want to rest, I don't think Prince Kalian is going to leave the capital just after hiding his religion for a few days."

Questions raised in a slightly louder voice than others.

With him, the sound of the approaching nobles' footsteps subsides.

I think I can tell their faces without even turning my head. You've already heard of Rashid. So they're probably looking for another interesting spectacle.

From now on, all conversations were heard in their ears.

"You'd be curious. I brought you to Shrintz. What a relief it must be for the prince to lend his mouth to others so painfully. I couldn't solve the problem alone, so I looked it up like this."

I deliberately waited for the moment as if I stumbled upon it by chance.

Stand firm in front of the nobles, gather your gaze and concentrate naturally without having to be alert. You insist and wait for the moment when the faces of the nobles standing beside Calian become frowned upon and everyone asks you a question they'll want to know. To make sure that everyone waits for Callian's answer together and that he doesn't look away from her with ambiguous words.

And it was Prince Kalian that Le Maine had left and told the nobles a funny story that didn't need to be confirmed.

"My efforts."

Rashid's actions, which he did not expect to make public, move his fingertips. He told me the answer by drawing a small wire that wouldn't catch my eye.

"I need to let you know that you're not there on purpose. Unless you're hiding it on purpose."

"In case you haven't noticed. On this occasion, the prince may have thought of embracing the throne of the one who held it in such great esteem."

The red cloak flashes into Calian's vision.

Calian twists slightly. Then, one step later, you block the way in front of Plants, trying to block Rashid's mouth.

The thin fingers that moved behind my back naturally moved.

The half-paw is headed for Plants.

- It's all right.

I didn't forget where I was.

Plants stops.

Rashid speaks.

"If not, then this is your chance. The prince thought to himself, to the high place of the one who kept it so carefully. He wanted those who heard the rumors to make foolish judgments."

A long smile lingers on Calian's face.

I smiled as if I had regained my old fun.

"I couldn't find the answer, so I came to see you like this."

"That was hard to answer."

"Yes, it was difficult."

"I heard a question I didn't think of. What else should I answer?"

"Have you got a question you'd like to think about?"

"It always troubles me. The baron always gives me happy thoughts."

The eyes are filled with the energy of spring. It was cool and glowing as if it had swallowed up all the greenery of the world.

"Whenever I and the baron meet in some form, in each other's hands, whatever it may be. Always together."

Rashid hears one of Kalian's secrets, and Kalian reveals the other. After coming to Cairysis, I told him that I had already met Rashid several times, who had not shown himself to the nobles.

No one has seen Rashid in the palace.

Then where did Rashid meet Kalian?

Kalian nods as if the answer had been given in the heads of the interested nobles. Then he took something out of the bag of the black vest decorated with black embroidery and gold and gave it to Rashid.

Rashid looks down.

You accepted what Kalian gave you. And I looked at him.

"I think that's an answer. How about that?"

Beautiful green emerald brooch.

Emerald brooch that will be visible only to others. But if you look closely, the cracks in the surface are perfectly reflected.

An emerald broken by Khalian from Racid's hand.

A shabby jewel that has lost all my value. I saw it.

Soon, Rashid laughs. I laughed at the ceremony, not laughing and not laughing. I smiled and opened my mouth without stopping my nodding head.

"Yes, my prince. That's the answer."

"That's good. That's the answer."

Like Emerald, who once stood in front of Evan, who broke his heart, and then passed away without hesitation.

What it means to be broken once again from the tip of Calian's hand is Grey Brissen with the eyes of the same light. Rashid himself resembles those eyes. Or the whole Bryson journal. Rashid nods, not appraising it.

"In that case, Prince. No · · · · · · · degradation."

No matter who I warned, I liked the answer enough already. He looked like he had received a really happy gift.

"Is this the right decision for Crown Prince Plants?"

And like this.

The nobles stared at Plants, holding in their hands Kalyan's unseen answer.

Plants did not answer.

"Did you find the right answer this time?"

Kalian's head is turned back.

The verbal laughter you were putting up against Rashid disappears briefly from Calian's face and is forced to reveal again.

I failed to answer.

Suddenly, he had a pale, dull face.

Trying to breathe thin.

"Looks like I've asked you some unnecessary questions. Please forget what you just heard, Your Highness."

Lasid glances at his face again, saying, Then one foot backwards. The last questions raised a satisfied expression as if he was drunk.

"The fence doesn't seem to be completely at ease, Prince Kalian."

"· · · · · · · ·"

I won't forget where I am.

"Why would I make such a promise?"

Calian slowly closes his eyes. And then I remembered.

Fragrant Spring Day.

I was excited and overwhelmed by the dark flowers.

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